Poetry competition CLOSED 30th July 2012 2:40pm
WINNER
Karrabear (Question)
Karrabear (Question)
RUNNERS-UP:
marielavoue
and Danii
INTERPRET YOUR DREAM
I Closed my eyes to settle down, on the bed that my shatter vessel lay,
after a push and pull, pound my head against a wall kinda day,
drifting on a flower pedal, in to the inner workings of ones self,
with my mind barely hanging, remembering something,
i was suppose to do, ah forget it i got time to lose,
Then i awoke in a black room surrounded by nothing but used up fear,
a pitch black setting a moment i hold so dear,
Here sat this mirror, you heard me talk about,
images reflecting off wisdom in my mind, that i will forever cherish,
don't wander off with out knowing full well,
its just all tainted knowledge secondhand, and never be careless...
I stared into the blank reflection,...
slowly "I" appeared in it,,,almost transparent,
its funny...it becomes apparent, looking into one's self defined image,
and see nothing is really told,...just pure perception,,,
and what i saw, is no matter how much you give,
you can't get it back, im still a hollow soul lost in my own head,
no matter how many times i try to bring out all the "bad"
and replace with the "good",
im still just as "misunderstood," but now ima little bit of bullshit just like you...
pray and hope it lasts...
after all once it falls its just broken glass
after a push and pull, pound my head against a wall kinda day,
drifting on a flower pedal, in to the inner workings of ones self,
with my mind barely hanging, remembering something,
i was suppose to do, ah forget it i got time to lose,
Then i awoke in a black room surrounded by nothing but used up fear,
a pitch black setting a moment i hold so dear,
Here sat this mirror, you heard me talk about,
images reflecting off wisdom in my mind, that i will forever cherish,
don't wander off with out knowing full well,
its just all tainted knowledge secondhand, and never be careless...
I stared into the blank reflection,...
slowly "I" appeared in it,,,almost transparent,
its funny...it becomes apparent, looking into one's self defined image,
and see nothing is really told,...just pure perception,,,
and what i saw, is no matter how much you give,
you can't get it back, im still a hollow soul lost in my own head,
no matter how many times i try to bring out all the "bad"
and replace with the "good",
im still just as "misunderstood," but now ima little bit of bullshit just like you...
pray and hope it lasts...
after all once it falls its just broken glass
Anonymous
Thank you Nikateen...for your contribution....we will wait until July 30 since there seems to be interest in this contest!!!!!!
Safe Harbor
I dreamt again of you last night while my wife slept peacefully beside me
We were back in college all those years ago but reuniting after all these years
You take my hand and lead me to the abandoned field by the football stadium
Under the starlit sky we embrace again peeling off our clothes to the symphony of the crickets
Our lovemaking is simple, young, and innocent
Hearts racing, kissing till our lips become raw
As my preference, you cum first and I watch you become swept up in a wave of ecstacy
Then you began pinching my nipples the way I love you too, starting soft and then crushing them like a vice
Leaning down I kiss you, feeling my mouth begin to water
Finally the sweet release as I spill myself into you
Lying back on the grass, you put your head on my chest
Playing mindlessly with my chest hairs
"Do you feel better?" you ask
"Yes, Lynn, yes I do" I reply
"You know we can't stay ..." you whisper as I feel your soft breath
I nod my head, knowing that it is time again
That is when I wake up and realize where I am
Partly amazed at how real it all felt, partly ashamed of my
dreamworld infidelity
As I study this recurring dream I have come to understand
My retreats to you are not an aching longing to be with you again
No, my pilgrimage is a way to escape the stress and strain of today
Retreating to a safe harbor where I felt secure and comfortable
Quitely I snuggle up to my wife, listening to her deep breathing
Kissing her softly on the back of her head
I dreamt again of you last night while my wife slept peacefully beside me
We were back in college all those years ago but reuniting after all these years
You take my hand and lead me to the abandoned field by the football stadium
Under the starlit sky we embrace again peeling off our clothes to the symphony of the crickets
Our lovemaking is simple, young, and innocent
Hearts racing, kissing till our lips become raw
As my preference, you cum first and I watch you become swept up in a wave of ecstacy
Then you began pinching my nipples the way I love you too, starting soft and then crushing them like a vice
Leaning down I kiss you, feeling my mouth begin to water
Finally the sweet release as I spill myself into you
Lying back on the grass, you put your head on my chest
Playing mindlessly with my chest hairs
"Do you feel better?" you ask
"Yes, Lynn, yes I do" I reply
"You know we can't stay ..." you whisper as I feel your soft breath
I nod my head, knowing that it is time again
That is when I wake up and realize where I am
Partly amazed at how real it all felt, partly ashamed of my
dreamworld infidelity
As I study this recurring dream I have come to understand
My retreats to you are not an aching longing to be with you again
No, my pilgrimage is a way to escape the stress and strain of today
Retreating to a safe harbor where I felt secure and comfortable
Quitely I snuggle up to my wife, listening to her deep breathing
Kissing her softly on the back of her head
Anonymous
52CardsShort and Le Colonel - thank you for your submissions.
Anonymous
I will judge this one at about 6 pm EST if that is ok with all.....
So there is still time for 1 or 2 extras....but I think there are sufficient number of competitors (whatever figure that is).....
So there is still time for 1 or 2 extras....but I think there are sufficient number of competitors (whatever figure that is).....
This comes from a Spiritual dream I had when I stayed at my friends in a place called "Portskwett" that is on grounds where Medieval artefacts have been dug up. The rest of the land at the back of her house is no longer allowed to be built upon and there is a church and graveyard there that dates back to 1086.
On Hushed Mornings
Blue sighs on hushed mornings when birds are silent
no hum vibrates through the earth as energies fade
trees shy away from the emptiness within her eyes
understanding falls by the wayside and floats into dust
She holds out her empty palm looking for something
as a single raindrop falls into the centre of her feeling
moving slowly along the line of her thought out maybe
until it too falls and disappears into the soft earth below
Her words ran away so far that she could not breathe
they bled from her heart she could not be without them
beating slower now where passion is stolen by the wind
taken to where she does not move from the push given
She wonders if she has wings she can no longer carry
a voice whispers in her ear "you are going to die soon"
she is shown the played out images through Angel tears
and through another's eyes she sees the lost fragrances
Her soul becomes light as she is caught between beauty
that shimmers in warm rays like soft crystal reflections
catching the glint of Angel tears that rest upon her cheeks
awakening from dreams in blue sighs on a hushed morning
*
On Hushed Mornings
Blue sighs on hushed mornings when birds are silent
no hum vibrates through the earth as energies fade
trees shy away from the emptiness within her eyes
understanding falls by the wayside and floats into dust
She holds out her empty palm looking for something
as a single raindrop falls into the centre of her feeling
moving slowly along the line of her thought out maybe
until it too falls and disappears into the soft earth below
Her words ran away so far that she could not breathe
they bled from her heart she could not be without them
beating slower now where passion is stolen by the wind
taken to where she does not move from the push given
She wonders if she has wings she can no longer carry
a voice whispers in her ear "you are going to die soon"
she is shown the played out images through Angel tears
and through another's eyes she sees the lost fragrances
Her soul becomes light as she is caught between beauty
that shimmers in warm rays like soft crystal reflections
catching the glint of Angel tears that rest upon her cheeks
awakening from dreams in blue sighs on a hushed morning
*
Anonymous
This competition reminded me of the olympics. Every submission was very good.
In the olympics you can win by 1/4 of a second. Here it was the same.....
So all members - your talent is high.
But I had to make a decision - Shinsoku/Karrabear was the winner.
The two honorable mentions were Gypsy Red and Danii.
Thank you for participating.
In the olympics you can win by 1/4 of a second. Here it was the same.....
So all members - your talent is high.
But I had to make a decision - Shinsoku/Karrabear was the winner.
The two honorable mentions were Gypsy Red and Danii.
Thank you for participating.
